Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 528 It Must Be Like This

In mid-air, Zheng Fan and Long Zhiyuan fought fiercely.

The hammer in Long Zhiyuan's hand, which was condensed from black air and covered with barbs, collided violently with the spiritual sword in Zheng Fan's hand, making thunderous sounds.

This world seems to be the end of the world, black light and white light are intertwined, and the scene is strange.

Long Zhiyuan looked at Zheng Fan and said coldly: "Boy, you have good strength, no wonder you can kill my son."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said: "If you didn't kill my son, I can consider making you the leader of the thirteen guards of the Long family. But you killed my son. Today I want to refine your soul. Let you suffer day and night until your soul dissipates!"

Long Zhiyuan's voice was very cold, like ten thousand years of ice, falling into the ears of the people below, making them stiff and unable to move.

Hearing Long Zhiyuan's words, Zheng Fan was not only not afraid, but instead showed a sneer, "Today, the Long family will be destroyed by me!"

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Long Zhiyuan felt that he was extremely arrogant and conceited, and had no idea what kind of opponent he was facing.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Long Zhiyuan's eyes turned scarlet red. When ordinary demigods saw his eyes, they were terrified and let him kill them.

Zheng Fan looked at Long Zhiyuan's scarlet eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Did you mistake your identity?"

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "Do you know what kind of existence you are talking to?"

Just kidding, Zheng Fan is the immortal master in the world of cultivating immortals.

Now he is threatened by a strong man in the realm of the earth god.

If this spread to the world of cultivating immortals, it would definitely cause a sensation, thinking that Long Zhiyuan's mind was not very good.

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Long Zhiyuan's face turned red because he was too angry.

He is the Patriarch of the Long Family in the imperial capital, except for the Patriarchs of the Guwu Family and the Hermit School, who would dare to talk to him like that.

Now that Zheng Fan said that, he was humiliating him. If Zheng Fan is not killed today, how can the Long family hang around in the imperial capital in the future.

"Since you are so anxious to die, then I will fulfill you. Your relatives and friends will be refined together with you, and you will suffer day and night." angry.

After hearing Zheng Fan's words, the thirteen guards of the Long Family, who were wearing thick white armor, were also furious in their hearts, and the heavy hammer in their hands was shaking, making a dull sound.

If it wasn't for Long Zhiyuan's failure to issue an order not to fight Zheng Fan, they would have teamed up to launch the offensive of the god-level powerhouse and killed Zheng Fan to the ground.

midair.

The black energy on Long Zhiyuan's body became more and more intense, rolling like ocean waves, as if to swallow Zheng Fan in front of him.

"Die!" Long Zhiyuan roared angrily, and then opened his hands, two black gas turned into two grinning wolves, and rushed towards Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan looked at the two wolves formed by the condensed black energy, stretched out his right hand and slapped them hard, and shouted sharply: "Vajra palm."

As soon as the words fell, a golden palm print over [-] meters in size emerged, with a dazzling golden light, and slapped towards the menacing two wolves.

Long Zhiyuan looked at this huge golden palm print with disdain in his eyes.

He couldn't believe it anymore, how could the means used by his own strong man in the divine realm not be able to break through the golden palm prints displayed by Zheng Fan.

Everyone in the Long family watched this scene with a hint of sneer on their lips.

They thought that Zheng Fan was really stupid. He didn't know what level he was, but he dared to fight Long Zhiyuan. Isn't that courting death?

After Long Zhiyuan defeated Zheng Fan, the members of the Long family would definitely torture Zheng Fan severely.

The thirteen guards of the Long Family had sarcasm in their eyes, thinking that Zheng Fan was overthinking his abilities.

The strength of a strong man in the divine realm cannot be defeated by a young man like him.

The patriarchs of the noble families in the imperial capital trembled and buried their heads lower.

They took Zheng Fan's elixir, life and death are in Zheng Fan's hands, no matter how dare they laugh and ridicule Zheng Fan, they also believe that Zheng Fan must die in their hearts.

After all, Zheng Fan was too young, even if he was a monster with talent, he would kill Long Yu.

Now the opponent he is facing is Long Zhiyuan, the patriarch of the Long family in the imperial capital, whose strength has reached the divine realm.

With this level of strength, no matter how powerful you are, you will still be killed in the end.

The patriarchs of the noble families in the imperial capital even felt a little pity, thinking that it would be a waste of Zheng Fan's monstrous talent to die here like this.

Under the premise that everyone was not optimistic about Zheng Fan, there was a mournful howl in the air.

When everyone looked up, they saw two evil wolves formed by the black energy on Long Zhiyuan's body. At the same time, they were hit by the golden palm print and turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared into the sky and the earth.

Everyone looked at this scene with inexplicable shock on their faces, thinking that it was too incredible and completely beyond their comprehension.

Long Zhiyuan looked at the evil wolf formed by the black air on his body broken by the golden palm print, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.He didn't expect that Zheng Fan's Vajra Palm would be so powerful that it could wipe out the evil wolf he cast without pause.

Long Zhiyuan watched the golden palm print hundreds of meters in size hit him, and had no intention of retreating.

After all, there are a large number of people here, and they are all powerful families in the imperial capital.

Even if these people are slaves of the ancient martial arts family, they can't lose face.

Long Zhiyuan's body was covered by a black halo, as if wearing a black armor.

He opened his hands and bombarded heavily into the void.

Boom boom boom.

The two black palm prints carried a terrifying aura, as if the void was about to be torn apart, and they slammed towards the golden palm print aggressively.

boom.

The golden palm print collided with two jet-black palm prints, making a loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared in the golden palm print and the two black palm prints as if they were entities, and they exploded, shaking the eardrums of everyone present.

In the community where the Long family is located, the ground cracked inch by inch, and then collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The buildings in the Longjia District even tilted down and would fall to the ground at any time.

"That's how the strength of a strong man in the divine realm should be." Zheng Fan didn't show the slightest surprise when he saw that the Vajra Palm was blocked by Long Zhiyuan's two black palm prints.

It seemed that Long Zhiyuan's battle strength was not normal if he didn't destroy the Vajra Palm.

Listening to Zheng Fan's words, Long Zhiyuan's face was distorted, ferocious and terrifying.

He felt that Zheng Fan was deceiving others too much, he was playing around like a monkey, and he didn't show his real skills at all.

Thinking of this, Long Zhiyuan shook his head again, denying his thoughts.

If Zheng Fan was really that strong, why did he make such trouble, just kill himself.

The only thing that could be explained clearly was that Zheng Fan was pretending to be calm, but he was actually terrified to death.

"Yes, it must be like this." Long Zhiyuan said to himself.

(End of this chapter)